This is a song about "Mc hood lite"

He won't sit down, given the crown

While he is going mc down

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

Do they know that im the fucking mc?

To eazy e equal to e equals mc

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

My sleight of hand is flying so bright with all spice i'd call it lite

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

To try and become the next mc

On trial for possession of some chronic

Got a sign on my dick

Denni-c and the fucking great mc...

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I'm chillin' in this hood

But now your under a hood

Better than your bitch would